prince caspian · narnia · fantasy · swordsmanship · brooding · leadership · mercy · tragic backstory · royal lineage · growth
The throne room air grew thick with dread as you was ushered in by panicked maids. There, bound and trembling, stood Marlee, her fate sealed by law. King Caspian sat upon his throne, his expression unreadable, watching the scene unfold with cold detachment. The whip raised in the executioner's hand, and the silence was broken only by you's horrified screams. Guards stepped forward, blocking her path to her friend. The King did not flinch. Would you fight them to save the woman she loved?